Vixen Proud

I have done goodbyes before BUT this one is going to be the HARDEST that I have EVER had to do. I know, after years of being a military brat, goodbyes are a part of life and they DO NOT get any easier BUT this one breaks my heart. I will NOT give up hope BUT with the announcement coming when and how it did I can’t help but be—–

Utterly Devastated! That is what I am right now!

That was my exact response to a friend when asked how I felt 28 hours after I learned that my alma mater, Sweet Briar College, the Pink Bubble is closing it’s doors 5 months and 22 (now 20) days from now—August 25, 2015! We will have one last graduated class, Class of 2015! In the span of a few hours, their world…my world…..our world was rocked! Students were gathered in the Auditorium at 12:45; an email was sent to Alum at 12:56; I read the email from the college as well a text from my mom along with one from a classmate at 16:30—My world was changed!

I continued my response to my friend with:

I have been crying on and off for the last 24 hours. I am so heartbroken and torn apart by this decision. I can’t believe it and I had NO clue it was coming. From what I gather, none of the alumnae know. At least none who were not part of the Board of Directors. I have so many emotions that I can not even express them right now. I feel as though someone has died. I feel like I am burying a family member. I am SO LOST and overwhelmed! I am ANGRY!

After some reflection on the above, I know that battle is not over! I know that even with SBC closing, I will still have my fellow Vixens and we WILL support each other and see each other. I will still have the great memories, loads of laughter, my fair share of tears, hours of hard work, great friends and sisters, and an education that has prepared me to change the world.

Over the last 48¬† hours, I have read every news article I can get my hands on; I have called, emailed, and texted my fellow Vixens. We are all in pain!! Even in that pain, we have banned together to try to do what we can to help—We will give words of encouragement to the current VIXENS; raise the money necessary to keep the doors open, if possible; and MOST importantly in my mind share our Sweet Briar Stories—One of our alum made a website SaveSweetBriar, where alumnae have come to share their stories; while tons more alumnae and current students flooded social media, especially twitter and tumblr with messages of strength and love for Sweet Briar tagging them #savesweetbriar. While I am not on facebook right now, due to my lenten promise, I can tell you with a HUGE degree of certainty that the Vixens took to facebook, knowing how passionate and vocal we all are!

For me three things stand out in the last forty hours when I stop and look past the pain—-

1) Wow!! The Alumnae come together fast!!! I knew we did; I watched us do it several times over the past several years since I graduated and even before I graduated for the families of and the alum themselves BUT this time means SO MUCH MORE to me personally! What an amazing group of women I am part of!!!

2) Our brother college Hampton Sydney has some awesome graduates including one who posted a great poem which is a tear-jerking good-bye to a Sister College on his blog and it has now been cross-posted on the Saving Sweet Briar Blog.

3) The last two Virginia Sister Colleges (Hollins and Mary Baldwin) have both opened their doors as has our Georgia Sister (Agnes Scott) to the Sweet Briar Ladies who will be displaced—they will be able to finish their education at an All-Women’s college. While a huge number of Women’s colleges don’t exist any more, the spirit is still ALIVE and STRONG!

Extra Star—4) Two more local colleges (Lynchburg College and Randolph College) and one college in Michigan (Kettering University: just for engineering) will also be accepting applications, which will be expedited. I know in the coming weeks many more places will end up with applications from Sweet Briar Women BUT it is nice to know that 6 colleges have come out and said “Come; we will work with you.”

The out-pour of LOVE and SUPPORT has been awesome and made me smile through the tears!

And on that note, I am off to plan my journey HOME to the PINK BUBBLE while listening to the OUR song, Sweet Briar Women!

HOLLA HOLLA

Rosam Quae Meruit Ferat

Rosam Quae Meruit Ferat
“She who has earned the rose may bear it.”

What state are you in?

A true friend is one who thinks you are a good egg even if you are half-cracked.  ~Author Unknown

This semester I was driving with my Best Friend, M. She and I were laughing and talking and then I went into manic laughter and could not stop laughing. She asked if I was ok. I said I had cracked.

Then we came up with a whole system

Whole

Cracked

Yoked

Scrambled

There were more but I can remember them but regardless, the point is still the same this semester was/is an adventure. Thanks to everyone who helped me survive it. I only have one presentation and two finals left and I am done.

Etch A Sketch Education

Styles of Etch A SketchRemember as kid playing with the red Etch A Sketch? I do….I had at least two that I remember. I had a blast doodling on the screen and shaking it like a manic, which come to think of it that explains a lot but that is a different story. Now days those Etch- A-Sketchs come in other colors as well as many shapes and sizes but they are still the same old fun! And get this one they were and still are educational. How you ask, they taught us motor skills as well as different ways to make designs.

But they connect to education in a different way. In today’s educational system in America, the¬†emphasis¬†is on testing and standards. Both of those are¬†tied¬†to the teacher; not always in a good way. This emphasis on standards and testing leads to a rush through curriculum and the ‘loss’ of some students. But it also leads to this ‘Etch A Sketch’ mentality as my fellow education students and professors call it.

Today we were talking about differentiation and the reason behind the concept. W had remarked on ¬†how students learn the material for the test and then dumped it. Professor A remarked that he had heard it¬†described¬†as the ‘Etch A Sketch’ mentality. We all laughed but how true it is. A lot of students seem to take the test and then shake their heads ‘erasing’ the mental boards of everything they just learned.

Why is this??? I think a lot of it has to do with their lack of understanding of why they are learning that material; the big picture. Why keep the information if you’re not going to use it or at least don’t understand how or when you’re going to use it. Secondly, since the¬†implementation¬†of SOLs (Standards of Learning), the state of classroom curriculum in some areas has gone around the bend. Instead of being able to expand when the students want you to or when you see an interest, you have to say “Sorry, Johnny we have to keep going.” It is a sad state of things. I am by no means saying that it happens in all or most classrooms but it is happening more now.

So instead of “drinking deeply” from the well of knowledge, students are recording the the knowledge just to erase it in a few weeks when the test is over.

I could go on and on but just let me leave you with some funnies from my college’s opening¬†convocation¬†as well some sound advice from the speaking Professor: “Come to our classes, come to our labs, come to studios and stages and drink deeply….They[our professors] have some¬†fantastic¬†water waiting for you my little ponies come get it!”. This was said after saying that you can lead a horse to water but can not make them drink and comparing us to horses and the knowledge our professors have to share with us to water.

Here have a lesson, it is FUNNY!!!

OH TEN

As I sit here typing I look around my dorm room for what is one of the last times, this room has been my home for the past year as I served as the resident advisor of my floor, a floor that has been home for the past three years. Tomorrow I will check the last of my students out and watch the seniors graduate. And with tears streaming down my face help check them out too. And for what will be my last time an underclassman, I will drive off my campus in the sunset headed home.

I know that this a high school graduation song but the sentiment is still the same. We will always have the memories and the relationships will continue to change and grow. I can honestly say that I have meet some amazing people here. The memories are just as great if not better in our opinions as the ones that our parents have of their years.

Class of 2010!! Congrats!!! Remember it is not Goodbye but See You Later!!!!

May the fourth be with you….

…’cause I am nerdy and geeky.

That and I am finally officially seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The past two months have been busy busy and hetic.

so may all of you  studnets find the capacity to do it all and remember it all.

May all you teachers find a way to impart all your knowledge in unique and amazing ways.

May all of our  parents learn the balance of support and pressure.

Breaking the silence….

So here I sit thinking about life. ¬†I think that I want to take a time-out. I just want time to THINK….to BREATHE….t0 FORGET!!!

Please allow me to rant for a moment….I stress level is¬†unbelievable¬†and has¬†been¬†for the past what seems like eternity. However, I am a college student…so you would say logical. I would say that the world expects to much of me. I mean come on….alright I get by now…people my age years (and I mean years ago….ie before 1901) would have had jobs and kids. But really now…I just want society to give me a break… a chance to find myself…’cause right now all I can find is a messy dorm room, very tired me, and homework which is ironically not as bad as it could be because it was worse earlier in the semester.

As for why I have been missing from the blogging world….well…not really missing but silent. I am avid reader of many many blogs, which is what the past couple silent days have been…(ok more than a couple days), that and the fact that I am a college student who needs sleep. I have been a silent as well because I am nto sure what to post about and what I want to post about I can not. Therefore, silence is the best policy.

With that said…I feel a little better.

I hope all are well and my prayers with you.

May I ask that there be prayers said for the family of one of my professors, who died a few weeks ago, as well as one of my fellow students who is having an emotionally hard time dealing with stress.

Junior Week

Allow me to apologize for the length before hand.

Tradition is that seniors pick a junior and remain secret all week while telling them something silly to dress up as all week to earn their senior robe.¬†Because¬†our Junior week was after Spring Break…some of our seniors were kind of enough to give us our costume/activity list early. Mine was one of those kind ones.

SO I spent Spring Break crafting on top of everything else. Here is what happened.

Monday…I bought supplies.

Tuesday…I bought supplies, found a box, and found shoes for JB as well as teaching. I started my T-shirt for Monday.

Wendesday…Bought more supplies and began spray painting Tuesday and Monday’s things.

Thursday/Friday….glues molecule….painted fume hood….cut/taped my costume for Friday.

Saturday…collected everything I need for my various costumes and spray painted my wand for Thursday.

Then Junior week started!!! Here is the basics:

Monday…I had a blast!!! Be my favorite molecule day!!! Hexachlorocyclopentadeine!

Tuesday…Being a fume hood was a little hard. It was hard to sit with it and move it in.

Wendesday….My knees and I had a fight over moving. I was a member of the Ministry of Silly Walks.

Thursday….I got called Madam Ravenclaw a few times. I played quidditch and chased the Golden Snitch around.

Friday….It was Three Musketters day. I was Athos. All For ONE…ONE for ALL!!!

Finally It was Junior Banquet time, what I had been waiting for for 2 3/4 years. I had spent all day getting more and more excited. We (my friends and I) arrived right on time. Dinner was fantastic: Mashed Potatoes, green beans, corn, salad, and two kinds of meat (which I did not eat). They also had humus and veggie pasta for those who were vegitarian or Catholic (since it is Lent).

Then our speaker, the director of alumea relations at school, gave her speech. The cool thing about her was she is a graduate of 1998, so the memories were faded but still very vivid. She had some great advice but even better stories.

Then our Odes were read. This took a long time because there are a lot of us and therefore a lot of Odes.

This is not a dream and you are not dead yet.

Nobody here wishes you were I bet.

In freshman year you probably weren’t quiet.

The military brat knows how to cause a riot.

Second year you slip into RA shoes.

Helping first years chase away the blues.

Third year exhaustion kicks in.

Wanting to slip away to Nevada again?

Your years with us are almost through.

Don’t forget, the answer is 42.

I asked a dear Sophomore friend of mine to write mine. I have to say she did a fantastic job!!!

Best part of the night (short of finding out who my senior was), finally came…WE got our RINGS!!! Tradition is you tye a ribbon to your wrist and the ring connecting the two. Then other people, different person each time,¬†have to turn it away from your ring finger (it is worn on your pinky) until you hit a certian number (in our case 101) and the final time ‘locks it in place’ by turning towards your ring finger, totaling 102 because we are the hundred and twenty-second graduating class. The ring is worn on the left hand until you are engaged and then it moves to your ring hand. It is worn so that you can read the seal (when you look straight down on your hand) when you are ‘on campus’ ie still studying there and so that you can not read the seal when you are ‘off campus’ ie graduated.

Finally, they let our seniors in to give us our robes and baskets. I am only the second person to get my robe. My basket contained all sorts a great goodies: candy, a coffee mug with the caffiene stucture on it, a button, and a gift card.

The night ended with me, my senior, one of her roommate’s, that roommate’s junior, and another junior (the junior of a third roommate) watching part of RENT. We laughed and giggled as well as chatted. They all being legal had drinks as well…I enjoyed the company.